Of vizslak and men

Anthony had a plan.

Sixty pounds of dog meat was due to be delivered.

He had to take the dogs out before it arrived and then go to the vets afterwards.

Just as they prepared to go out,fate intervened.

A thunder storm.

Rosie was not very keen on walking in thunderstorms.

He improvised,vets first,back for the delivery and then walk the dogs.

Part one of the plan went without a hitch.

Part two was more troublesome.

The delivery was late,late enough for the Diesel,Rosie and Dylan to have had a good walk while they waited.

The dogs were getting restless.

They ran out to the garden to play.

Three dogs trying to get through a gap an inch too narrow for them.

Bang.

No broken glass.

The dogs seemed fine.

The glass door did not.

An hours work made no difference,the door was too big to be safely removed and fixed by one man.

One phone call and help was on the way.

But they had just over an hour before it arrived.

The shortest dog walk they had ever had with Anthony.

Short even when compared to young Diesel's two hour walks.

Let alone the eight hour megawalks Rosie and Dylan were used to getting when Anthony came to visit.Never in the history of vizslak had Anthony walked Rosie and Dylan for less than three hours.Out quickly,run around the fields,take a few photos and then go home.

What kind of walk was that?

At least it was warm and sunny for a change.

Surely Anthony would take the dogs for a proper walk soon,at least when they had gotten through those sixty pounds of meat.